I don’t miss you anymore,
'Coz if missing you,
Is like a bottle of the finest wine
Consider me drunk,
The empty bottle often wonders
Where its spirit died
These barren arms
Will hold no other
They are tired
Carrying the burden
Of nothing
The gift that you left me with
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have i told u, that this is beautiful. it is one of the poems that can make one learn the guitar just to put a tune to it and make it sing.
This is beautiful. Just amazing stuff.
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